Week 4/Weekly Task: This is Not A Story About Goldfish

B'omarr
Paul sat in a dark room, a cold sweat running down his forehead. He could hear the old man, Chester, laughing in the next room. Paul heard someone knocking on the door to his room, but he didn't move a muscle.

Katya_Jade
When Sally knocked, she had a feeling Paul wouldn't move a muscle. After what happened at the bar the other night, she figured Paul would be as traumatized as a kid who's just seen his parents naked.

She loved the big lug, but sometimes he got himself into more trouble than he knew what to do with.

Hiking up her skirt, Sally pulled her lock pick set from the holster she kept secured to her right leg.

RidingMyCaroselOnYou
Meanwhile, across the town, Kimo sat in his room fiddling around with a few designs. He scrambled between papers and charts to try and find the exact, the correct, the perfect layout for his life's achievement. He thumbed for a few more moments and grinned larger than a two year old who's given a lolly pop -- he found it! He pinned the paper and chart up on his wall; the pieces took a new home next to the picture of his girlfriend. His eyes wandered graciously from the work to her photograph.

Sullenly, his eyes began to tear up. She was perfect; unfortunately, her job kept her away from him due to security reasons. Kimo loved her with every inch of his heart (and ever inch that surrounded his heart, as well as his mind's mass and most of his nerves, too). "Oh, Sally...", he whispered. Thoughts filled his heart, his mind, his fingertips; Kimo struggled forth to work on his project. This project could mean the end of everything that is painful in our lives, he thought. He smiled and gently rubbed the salty tears from his eyes and nodded to himself. Instead of becoming choked up over the issue, he set back to work...

...only to realize that his window was open. Suddenly, everything went black. Not much could be discerned from the cavity that composed Kimo's mind at this time; it wasn't even there.

Four feet scrambled outward of the window and Kimo immediately awoken. His neck felt warm. He gently reached back there and felt a sudden sting. He didn't know what happened, but as if nothing happened, he went back to work on his project... only to realize that he forgot completely what the project is.

TheEmperorsHand
Sitting in the tree outside Kimo's window was Gina, Sally's sister. Ever since she had first seen Kimo, she had liked him. But sadly, he only liked her older sister. So that's why she had left her home and come all the way across town to Kimo's. She had brought her pet dog, who was not quite a real Dog. Actually, she didn't quite know what Fluffy was. But he had done what she wanted, so she gave him a dog treat.

The next step was getting out of the tree without Kimo seeing her. This would be tricky. She looked in the window, though, and was pleased to find Kimo looking around in confusion. That would be Gina's distraction. So without further adieu, she picked up the little dog (Fluffy looked like a terrier) and scrambled down the tree trunk, dropping noiselessly to the ground.

NarundiJedi
Gina's months of sinister plotting had finally come to fruition in the form of a single, diabolical plan: To make a replica of Kimo that had every ounce of his spicy brains.

For years she had loved Kimo, and smelled his wonderful brains whenever he walked by. Now, with the help of her "dog" Fluffy, she would have all of him.

She reached down to grab the vial of brain extract only to find that stupid Fluffy had swallowed the bloody thing! Worse yet, Fluffy didn't look too well and was farting blue bubbles!

So Gina now had two problems. One of them was getting that vial out of the ugly little creature. The other was the quick pursuit of TROGDOR, the BURNINATOR!

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Gina ran to escape Burnination!

RidingMyCaroselOnYou
Kimo rested in his bed. He constantly was scratching at his skull. De

 

Bravo!

*applauds*

Nice ending there, y'all. Great job finishing it off.




~ James

 

yay, good job guys!!!

 

She was right. It wasn't a story about Goldfish.

 

Ack! I just realized that the story should have ended like this:

The End?

Leaving us open to a sequel, and the audience perplexed whether Kimo was really dreaming or if his brain was put into a jar by Gina, and now he was dreaming that he was dreaming, but in actuality, he was just a floatin' brain.

 

Great work, everyone...and great work on compiling and posting the story, Kate!

 

Darnit. I should have done that.

Maybe we'll continue the story.